A Comfortable Well-Lighted Room
Because she works at a busy restaurant on the Strip, Gabriella can’t pause when her sister tells her over the phone their mother is dead. Dead from a stroke last night. Gabriella repeats the words silently as she shoves her phone into her back pocket, and beams at the couple that’s just walked in. She grabs two menus and escorts them to a table from where they can stare at the lights going insane even at this hour, when the sun is its brightest, and the roads empty like they will be when the world ends... Read More...